So Gaddafi is dead.
Time to move on to Greater Things.
Or not. Or Paradise Lost.
Adam inquires concerning celestial motions, is doubtfully answered, and exhorted to search rather things more worthy of knowledge.
Greater things like the “Magnetohydrodynaic Instabilities in Accretion Discs in Close Binary Systems: Study of the Anomalous Low State of the X-ray Binary Hercules X-1.”
Which is my way of saying that tonight was a great night to live in Uganda.
Due to the combined wonder of a five-hour blackout, a stubborn foul smell under my fridge, the gift of a Manu Dibango album and the marvelous Google Sky Map app I was forced to seek the solace of the stars. A beautiful exile it was.
For three hours I was treated to the spectacle of the Orionid meteor shower. A breathtaking celestial echo that resonates with my soul.
Resonates, Or so I wish.
Alas, I am no Milton. The dismal education I received at the hands of the Ugandan school system means poetry was taught as a non-essential and astronomy was for dreamers and fairies. A system that faithfully churns out unimaginative, shallow, unthinking, bland Ugandans.
Thankfully,
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
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